Tap Dancing on the Moon

Vanitas

Didn't you learn the lesson
Of the sins of your fathers, as well as your idols,
Playing with fire, burning out their sacred flames?
Yet you still gamble and play their old games,
Risking your life with each roll of the dice,
Sinking deeper into vice.

You're not wrong when you say death could come any minute,
But it's almost as if you seek to guarantee it.
The chance to win the wicked game you play is so very slim.
Though, it seems that is what entices you about it.

I wish you would realize, my beautiful boy,
That eudaimonia yields true, lasting joy.
Your high altar of hedonism is a path to pleasure
That is even more temporary than you.
You're on a speed run, viewing life as a dare,
Sprinting towards death with each little death, without a care
For yourself or the ones who care about you.

Don't take it as a compliment, but shall I call you Dorian?
Though, you dance with death gladly.
Une danse macabre sans peur.
You sully my immaculate image of you,
Taunting death all the while.
It is you that I covet, but it's death that you wed,
And it is death who sleeps in your bed.
Please, listen to me.
Don't make my soul a decoration for your coat to charm your vanity,
As you destroy your own body & soul.

Oh, I am going to die with you.